′More than enough to pick what we picks now, in sich a place as this, and on wot we gets here!′
(This was in acknowledgment of a delicate intimation that the amount of work was likely to be increased. It certainly was not heavy then, for one Refractory had already done her day′s task—it was barely two o′clock—and was sitting behind it, with a head exactly matching it.)
′A pretty Ouse this is, matron, ain′t it?′ said Refractory Two, ′where a pleeseman′s called in, if a gal says a word!′
′And wen you′re sent to prison for nothink or less!′ said the Chief, tugging at her oakum as if it were the matron′s hair. ′But any place is better than this; that′s one thing, and be thankful!′
A laugh of Refractories led by Oakum Head with folded arms—who originated nothing, but who was in command of the skirmishers outside the conversation.
′If any place is better than this,′ said my brisk guide, in the calmest manner, ′it is a pity you left a good place when you had one.′
′Ho, no, I didn′t, matron,′ returned the Chief, with another pull at her oakum, and a very expressive look at the enemy′s forehead. ′Don′t say that, matron, cos it′s lies!′
Oakum Head brought up the skirmishers again, skirmished, and retired.
′And _I_ warn′t a going,′ exclaimed Refractory Two, ′though I was in one place for as long as four year—_I_ warn′t a going fur to stop in a place that warn′t fit for me—there! And where the family warn′t ′spectable characters—there! And where I fortunately or hunfort′nately, found that the people warn′t what they pretended to make theirselves out to be—there! And where it wasn′t their faults, by chalks, if I warn′t made bad and ruinated— Hah!′
During this speech, Oakum Head had again made a diversion with the skirmishers, and had again withdrawn.
The Uncommercial Traveller ventured to remark that he supposed Chief Refractory and Number One, to be the two young women who had been taken before the magistrate?
′Yes!′ said the Chief, ′we har! and the wonder is, that a pleeseman an′t ′ad in now, and we took off agen. You can′t open your lips here, without a pleeseman.′
Number Two laughed (very uvularly), and the skirmishers followed suit.
′I′m sure I′d be thankful,′ protested the Chief, looking sideways at the Uncommercial, ′if I could be got into a place, or got abroad. I′m sick and tired of this precious Ouse, I am, with reason.′
So would be, and so was, Number Two. So would be, and so was, Oakum Head. So would be, and so were, Skirmishers.
The Uncommercial took the liberty of hinting that he hardly thought it probable that any lady or gentleman in want of a likely young domestic of retiring manners, would be tempted into the engagement of either of the two leading Refractories, on her own presentation of herself as per sample.
′It ain′t no good being nothink else here,′ said the Chief.
The Uncommercial thought it might be worth trying.
′Oh no it ain′t,′ said the Chief.
′Not a bit of good,′ said Number Two.
′And I′m sure I′d be very thankful to be got into a place, or got abroad,′ said the Chief.
′And so should I,′ said Number Two. ′Truly thankful, I should.′
Oakum Head then rose, and announced as an entirely new idea, the mention of which profound novelty might be naturally expected to startle her unprepared hearers, that she would be very thankful to be got into a place, or got abroad.
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